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if anyone happened upon them. She wanted what this man would and could give her. Each swirl of his tongue ramped up her need, but it wasn’t enough.
    Feeling him edging close to her slit, she tensed. One hand held the back of the bench, the fingers of her other hand were tangled in his hair. Each time she thought his tongue was going to slide across her clit, he stopped and reversed directions.
    “Noooo!” She bucked her hips forward, trying to get him to take her completely.
    “I think you are melting, my sweet princess” His tongue slid around the entrance to her pussy, lapping up her juices. His fingers shifted, his thumbs brushing the sides of her clit as he pushed her lips apart further, exposing her aching nub.
    “Please, Sir.”
    “Please Sir, what?”
    “Lick me—” A low scream escaped when the end of his tongue touched the tip of her clit.
    “Like this?” Again, he touched her, his tongue swirling around and over her.
    “Yes!” She was ready for the assault of his tongue to her clit, but he pulled back and stood.
    “Not going to be that easy, princess.”
    Jaimie wanted to cry. She wanted to scream and beg. He closed in, tipped her chin up, and kissed her, hard and deep. She tasted her essence on him and clung to him as he devoured her mouth. His tongue dominated hers, and his lips drew her tongue into his mouth.
    She realized that they really hadn’t kissed during their time together. His kiss was possessive, demanding, and left no doubt as to who was in charge. His hands gripped her head, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling lightly. She leaned into him, her arms holding him tight, her fingers weaving in and out of his hair and over the elastic of his mask.
    With a harsh moan, he tore off her mask and pulled back. “Take off my mask, Cinderella. I want to see you when I make you scream. I want you to see me, see what you do to me.”
    Holding her breath, Jaimie slid the mask up and off. And there he was. Her handsome prince with the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen. Thick, long black lashes framed those teal eyes. His nose and firm jaw with a deep cleft, smooth, honey-tanned skin made him the best-looking male she’d ever seen.
    “You truly are a prince,” she said, running her fingers across each feature. “I love your eyes.” Right now, they were smoky with desire, and the intensity of his stare promised a ride to heaven.
    Working quickly, he slid a condom down his engorged shaft, then his hands returned to her breasts. He pinched and played with her nipples until she moaned, then his palms were on her ass. “Hold on, princess.” He lifted her.
    Jaimie wrapped her legs around him and cried out as he slid into her in one smooth stroke. In. Out. Slow and steady. Each inhale and exhale was a soft pant, echoed by his raspy breaths. His fingers dug into her ass, lifting her, pulling her back onto his cock. His mouth claimed hers once more. His hips stilled as he consumed her in a kiss unlike any she’d ever had. It was as though some hidden passion had broken free.
    Her pussy throbbed around his cock, buried deep. Feeling a bit faint, she realized she wasn’t breathing. He totally consumed her. She gasped for air, heard his sharp inhale. He dropped to his knees, laid her on her back and shifted over her, his mouth claiming hers again, then he blazed a path across her jaw, nipping and tasting all the way down her throat to each breast, teasing and taunting.
    She wiggled her hips impatiently. His pubic bone pressed against her aching clit. “Fuck me,” she cried out.
    As though in a daze, he lifted his head. What she saw in his eyes took her breath away, but before she could even process the raw desire and maybe something a bit more, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and leaned over her.
    “Hard and fast.” He pulled out then drove into her.
    Jaimie cried out. Her body was raw with need. Each stroke sent pleasure so intense it nearly hurt. “Yes. Harder.” God, she needed him.